Museum of Demons

In the front of the tomb, the man who had no idea what happened in the imperial mausoleum was reprimanded several times by his boss, and he didn't say anything more. No matter what, the boss said whatever he said, and he dug as he said. To be honest, if they can do this job and eat this bowl of rice, they still have to rely on the boss for advice. Unlike those who come from Yeluzi, the boss is a formal school.

He has seen that waist card with a brave on it, which is quite mighty.

Just don't touch it.

Everyone is old-fashioned, and Qin Shihuang's mausoleum has already been developed, those researchers' decades of painstaking efforts have actually made it easier for the gang of tomb robbers, and they quickly touched the main entrance, only to see the little leader stretch He touched it with his hand.

Liu Xuebo muttered something similar to formula formulas, and his face was overjoyed.

He stretched out his hand to take out the array talisman, his face was pained, but he still set up an array around here.

Then he took out a waist card from his pocket.

The color is simple and unsophisticated, and the brave swallows the mouth. The name on one side can no longer be seen clearly, but the other side can be seen clearly. It is a wanton and unrestrained Cao character. The man put this treasure passed down from his ancestors in the center of the formation, bit it open The finger, dripping blood, activated the alchemy handed down from Han Dynasty.

Relying on this method, his ancestors made a lot of money.

It's a pity that it seems that luck is not very good, how much money you earn, you always spend more.

So I have been living up and down.

Seeing the great changes of the times, and the appearance of gods and the like, he was so excited that he finally got drunk and threw the last money to his old mother to do the biggest business. Seeing the formation that had been hidden on the front door Slowly dissipating, joy appeared in the eyes of these five people.

Liu Xuebo picked up Xiaowei Mojin's waist card and was about to move forward.

Suddenly I felt a chill in my heart.

All the hairs on the arms stood up.

The clicking sound was muffled.

it's like...

armor!

The man's pupils constricted, his heart beat heavily, and he suddenly realized what it was. The front door suddenly shattered from the inside, and the wind that had been silent for thousands of years overflowed. A tall figure stepped out.

The simple and honest Da Zhuang next to him took a closer look and exclaimed in a low voice:

Terracotta warriors?!!

Liu Xuebo's expression remained unchanged.

He just came up fiercely, raised his hand and grabbed a dog-leg knife, shouted loudly, and performed the kung fu technique of Touching Captain Jin, pedaling forward, the dog-leg knife in his hand tore out a thick cold light, as a The top tomb robber master who is still active in the world in this era, his strength should not be underestimated.

I have been to the ancient royal tombs in various countries.

Da Zhuang next to him also reacted, yelling in a low voice, his body muscles bulging, a color like steel appeared, and his body swelled. He once crossed and conquered the Siberian ice sheet on foot, and practiced external skills all over his body, almost reaching the state of King Kong.

These small sects, which are looked down upon by the Buddhist and Taoist sects, have been passed down to the present, and there is always something that can be obtained, so that they can be passed down in the vast land of Shenzhou to this day.

He stepped forward with great momentum.

The other three also used their own methods. They are all veterans who have gone through the rivers and lakes, and they know that they can't keep their hands.

Liu Xuebo's move was the most ruthless, and he was the first to slash at the Terracotta Warriors.

The ghosts in those tombs are all ghosts. The most feared thing is the fierceness, the strong blood, and the ghosts are afraid when people become fierce. This is the reason, but he once put a mummy's head The chopped knife slashed down with a clank, but it just made my palm numb from the shock.

The sword qi and the sword glow all shattered.

The ancient Gurkha sword snatched from Nepal shattered into pieces.

The movements of the terracotta warriors remained unchanged, and the parts of the terracotta warriors fell off.

However, Liu Xuebo only felt his Qi stagnate, and then rushed against his lungs, making him almost cough up blood, almost falling apart, his complexion changed suddenly, and this turned out to be the result of his own attack, he was horrified.

At this time, the strong man who had left his own legend on the Siberian Ice Field moved forward step by step.

It is like a vast ice field, unshakable.

Pulling out the sword and raising the wrist, the Qin sword has already been lifted by the Terracotta Warriors.

Then, without the slightest delay in movement and breathing, he slashed violently.

wind!!!

………………

At this moment, the monks who were lured away by Captain Mojin seemed to hear a low and chilling 'wind', and then turned their heads to see an unforgettable scene in this life-the majestic and domineering sword glow was like leaving the gate. The torrent rushed out, and the terracotta warriors and horses that had been developed were almost split into two in an instant.

The warrior warriors of the former army were not harmed.

Before the sword glow, dust rose, and when the monks rushed back, they saw the front completely opened, the pavilion where the terracotta warriors and horses were located collapsed, and the warriors were not damaged at all, but this time they were lined up in a real sense , rather than being separated.

The army was reorganized, and thousands of terracotta warriors gathered, hiding in the dust, and the spirit of killing soared into the sky.

In the sword marks, those Mojin captains were covered in blood, and they didn't know if they were alive or dead.

Before the real Mausoleum of the First Emperor, part of the terracotta warriors on the tall Terracotta Warriors shattered and fell, revealing a body made of pure gold and iron, and its body suddenly became huge, completely blocking the entrance.

A monk looked in a trance and murmured in a low voice:

The first emperor collected the soldiers of the world and cast them as twelve golden men...

it is true.

His voice trembled.

Clanking and screaming, the huge Qin sword was pulled out again, and then the murderous intent flocked to these monks overwhelmingly. Even the selected elite fell into a sea of ​​blood in an instant, and their palms trembled. Holding swords in both hands, he came step by step, every step seemed to shake the ground, the momentum was terrifying.

Run!!!

He regards us as enemies!

Everyone formed formation.

All means are used without money.

Almost escaped from here.

Even the life-saving instruments given by the ancestors were broken, and it was not until they ran out of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor that they realized that the murderous intent that almost froze the blood stopped, and they were short of breath. Condensed his strength, but at this time, he had to choose between guarding the emperor's tomb and killing everyone.

Zheng!

Everyone looked back and saw that the sword was stuck upside down on the ground. The Daqin Jinren folded his hands and pressed it on the hilt. The armor leaves rubbed against Ling Lie. He still carried the bright moon of Qin Shi and the wind and sand of Qin Shi. He is just as if the emperor is still there, his voice is indifferent and cold:

Your Majesty is in deep sleep, idlers stay away, and those who enter a hundred steps will be punished!

Then, the last masterpiece of the Mohists closed his eyes.

Everyone looked at each other, their hearts were still beating crazily, as if they hadn't recovered from the terrifying sense of oppression, and it took a long time before they became more tenacious, and the Quanzhen cultivator who cultivated both life and soul could Think rationally.

It was quickly judged that such a situation was beyond their ability to handle.

Immediately reported to the teacher and those researchers who spent their entire lives in history.

This is the golden man of the Great Qin, so what it believes in is the First Emperor of the Great Qin and the laws of the Great Qin. An old man finally made an opinion, saying: I think we may be able to start from this point. He went directly to I went to the museum in EZ, and took out the national treasure, the Great Qin Yunmeng Qin Jian, which contained the laws of Qin Shi.

An old man held the law in his hands and walked forward slowly, but he still couldn't walk a hundred steps.

Sen Rui's sword energy almost smashed the ground.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

The historian, on the other hand, looked calm, watching the Daqin Jinren who drew his sword.

It has spanned a long time, and has not found its own king, but it still guards in front of the emperor's mausoleum as proudly as it did at the beginning. The institution is always loyal, and some are loyal. Dialect, asked: The old man Yunmeng sleeps in the tiger's land Shuli, and wants to pay homage to His Majesty.

In his hand is the Qin bamboo slips spanning thousands of years, and the treasures of the Qin Dynasty to cover up the aura.

The Daqin Jinren remained unmoved, but compared to the previous silence, he finally spoke——

There is no order.

Those who have reached a hundred steps, beheaded.

The historian asked: Where did you get the order?

The eyes of the golden man of the Mohist institution were silent, but he had already got the answer from Qin Lv.

The voice is solemn and indifferent, every word is paused, like a heavy hammer hitting the air.

Great Qin Laws and Military Merits, article 7 of the wartime regulations.

Your Majesty is sleeping, and the princes are silent. The Qin army is temporarily in charge of the highest military rank.

Below Zuoshu's eldest son.

All divisions of the legion, waiting for orders!

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In fact, judging from the Qin bamboo slips unearthed by Yunmeng, there are only two laws of military meritorious service, at least only two of them survived. This is just a novel creation, and there is no such law in history...